"Dude---look at these tunnels!!!" Emily yelled, trudging down the hill and quickly dropping out of site, a good yard or two ahead of me. I sprinted to catch up. Danny was behind me, Ashley far ahead with Emily, and we eventually regrouped at the tunnels, running through them, snapping pictures, shrieking as the water soaked through our shoes in the chill autumn air, tossing aside our shoes in favor of better footing. Ashley and Emily, and even Danny, who was more hesitant to run through the tunnels, were all more athletic than I, and found it easy to navigate the tunnels. Ash and Em were smaller, too, and had to stoop almost half as low when kicking their feet back and forth, bouncing off the ringed plastic of the man-made water redirection system. We we at Camp Narrow River, on one of our many Girl Scout adventures. We had spent time sleeping in the Boston Science Museum under a never silenced weather bug machine, skidding across sleek wood-paneled balcony floors of Wellville, performing talent shows, cooking botched m&m pancakes, and waking up earlier than any of us wanted to.
Each of us had our own, distinct, unique personalities. Ashley was a bubbly singer, Em was a quick-tempered risk-taker, Danny was studious comedian of her own right. I, myself, seemed to slide into the role of helpful caretaker, problem-solver, making it so we had even ground to stand on. When fights happened, I was the first to mediate, first to apologize. As Ash and Emily dove into adventure, I held back and pulled the out when they found out they'd made a wrong turn.
The morning of every camping adventure, we would stumble into the kitchen to make breakfast for the troop, Troop 638. We would divvy up the jobs--- Ash was the best mixer, Emily was the best pancake flipper, and I was the only one who seemed to be able to cook anything. Danny would grab ingredients and randomly add things here and there, set the table.
As we grew older, I kept on growing into my role, naturally asking how people were without expecting a stereotypical answer. When we mentored a group of younger scouts, I spent more time with them than Emily and Ashley combined--I got along much better with kids, Emily said. One particular girl named Kendall was deemed spoiled and bratty, but we got along just fine. I got along well with her, I later thought, because I merely accept people as they are, faults and all, but see them for their talents as well.
My experiences in Girl Scouts helped me grow into the person I am today--I don't let things slide, but I get along well with people, and accept them for who they are. Things don't bother me as easily. I could fend for myself in life, and I could fend for myself in school. I did well in group settings, group projects, because I could easily adjust the group mentality so that everyone was heard and everyone was able to use their own unique skills to the advantage of the group. As far as academics went, I learned that even if I wasn't great at something, if I focused on what I could do really well and tried my best at the other stuff, things kind of fell into place. That's all you can do really, do your best. And that's all anyone can ever be expected to do.
We we at Camp Narrow River, on one of our many Girl Scout adventures. We had spent time sleeping in the Boston Science Museum under a never silenced weather bug machine, skidding across sleek wood-paneled balcony floors of Wellville, performing talent shows, cooking botched m&m pancakes, and waking up earlier than any of us wanted to.
Each of us had our own, distinct, unique personalities. Ashley was a bubbly singer, Em was a quick-tempered risk-taker, Danny was studious comedian of her own right. I, myself, seemed to slide into the role of helpful caretaker, problem-solver, making it so we had even ground to stand on. When fights happened, I was the first to mediate, first to apologize. As Ash and Emily dove into adventure, I held back and pulled the out when they found out they'd made a wrong turn.
The morning of every camping adventure, we would stumble into the kitchen to make breakfast for the troop, Troop 638. We would divvy up the jobs--- Ash was the best mixer, Emily was the best pancake flipper, and I was the only one who seemed to be able to cook anything. Danny would grab ingredients and randomly add things here and there, set the table.
As we grew older, I kept on growing into my role, naturally asking how people were without expecting a stereotypical answer. When we mentored a group of younger scouts, I spent more time with them than Emily and Ashley combined--I got along much better with kids, Emily said. One particular girl named Kendall was deemed spoiled and bratty, but we got along just fine. I got along well with her, I later thought, because I merely accept people as they are, faults and all, but see them for their talents as well.
My experiences in Girl Scouts helped me grow into the person I am today--I don't let things slide, but I get along well with people, and accept them for who they are. Things don't bother me as easily. I could fend for myself in life, and I could fend for myself in school. I did well in group settings, group projects, because I could easily adjust the group mentality so that everyone was heard and everyone was able to use their own unique skills to the advantage of the group. As far as academics went, I learned that even if I wasn't great at something, if I focused on what I could do really well and tried my best at the other stuff, things kind of fell into place. That's all you can do really, do your best. And that's all anyone can ever be expected to do.